While this dream continued to make little to no sense (as dreams often do) Isabel remained unimpressed with the gun that was pointed at her and the foul words coming out of this idiot's mouth. For Isabel the face flashed to Rogue more than once, she knew it was Rogue underneath the memory she wore.
"Are you high? You're going to shoot me in the thigh, which is where a major artery runs by the way, and then rape me? Is blood spurting everywhere you're idea of a good time? Not that it matters since you can't hurt me. This is a dream and you? You're not even real anymore."
Jimmy looked down at his gun and it was a banana. "Oh yeah. I'm not just crazy." Isabel took a step towards him and circled a finger around her head. "I'm a fucking sorcerer." She wasn't. She was an alien but he didn't need to know that. He just needed to be afraid for once.
Because where the hell had Rogue met this guy? And what had happened between them?
Isabel released the brake on the truck sitting nearby and before anyone realized what was happening, it was rolling naturally down the hill. It didn't just run them over, Isabel heard their bodies go squish as the tires rolled over Jimmy's buddies who were all crouched down over the dead guy.